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Sunday, 24 December 2006 |
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The seasons keep shifting on me, and I have to admit I've never really gotten a good handle on it. Spring is a nice one, I think, but leads to summer which is sometimes too toasty-roasty, even unto burnt toast status. Fall and autumn always breeze in with gusto, but I can never tell them apart. Winter, however, well, it is just too chilling. |
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